This is a song about "The weird stuff"

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

I'll never call you bitch again

It would be weird if we dressed the same

All this stuff started when the number of the cops was dialed

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

From fear of the same stuff, i give them the tailor

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Weird shit in my head like the 51 area

They can not pause like right one sega

The stuff we could have learned

She wanted to fight at first

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait